Accuser Misery
Getting nervous at the edge
Where it´s getting cold
We all fight for survival
We´re doing what we´re told
Modern times you realize
That it´s warm inside my coat
And I thought that you knew
Misery
And I thought that you grew
Sympathy
Modern times you realize
That it´s warm inside my coat
Everything seems to be bright
You´re doing what you´re told
And I thought that you knew
Misery
And I thought that you grew
Sympathy
Talk turns toward the living dead
And self created hell
Gotta kick the dog out of my front door
Before I start to bark outside
Getting nervous at the edge
Where you´re growing old
Getting nervous at the edge
Where it´s getting cold
Getting nervous at the edge
Til you find new hope
Helpless
Senseless
Helpless
Nervous
And I thought that you knew
Misery
And I thought that you grew
Sympathy